Otherworldly Affairs Office

Chapter 1135: The Mystery of Saraf

Pei Yan saw that the other party didn’t immediately answer his question and instead made such a gesture, he didn’t bother to pursue it further. Seeing Salafam’s awkward demeanor of apprehension towards Trash, he could somewhat guess his concerns. He smiled and said, "I don’t deserve such treatment, I’m merely basking in the glory of the Master of Origin and its favor." As he spoke, Pei Yan lightly kicked the giant dog beneath him, Trash, who had been drowsy since arriving at the Spirit Monster Plane. Only then did it reluctantly open its sleepy eyes and stand up."There, there! Mr. Pei is too modest. Let’s get in the carriage first, we can talk on the way." Salafam laughed as he led the way, and the group approached the carriage. Pei Yan didn’t stand on ceremony and jumped onto the carriage first, then shouted to Trash who was circling the carriage. Only then did Trash leap onto the carriage.

Salafam, who had been watching Trash closely, was full of doubt. The bloodline personally acknowledged by the Ancestral God is unquestionable, but its strength is not high, merely a standard of a sixth-tier Power User. Moreover, from its previous performance, not to mention transforming into human form, it couldn’t even speak, only showing a certain level of intelligence, far from having high wisdom. This is rare among beasts; upon advancing to the second-tier Dragon Race, intelligence and speech are unlocked, and by the fifth-tier, they can transform into human form. Other races follow slightly later but with little difference. Being sixth-tier without fully unlocking intelligence is exceedingly rare, almost qualifying it to be considered unfit for cultivation and discarded.

Yet you can’t say it’s entirely worthless. The Dragon Race’s inherent dragon pressure has a natural restraint over low-tier Beast Race like wolves and dogs. But Trash seems oblivious to the dragon pressure emitted around it by itself and the mighty dragons, moreover, when it dashed back and forth around Salafam and the four giant dragons, Salafam felt a trace of fear, and those four mighty dragons began to tremble slightly.

Seeing Trash jump onto the carriage, Salafam finally breathed a sigh of relief, then boarded the carriage himself. After closing the door, he gently shook a bell adornment inside the carriage with his hand. The four dragons, sensing the cue, flapped their wings, slowly lifting and starting to float with the carriage they were pulling.

After a brief shake, the carriage soon stabilized, and Pei Yan looked out the window and saw the ground below moving further away. The dragons circling in the sky were now guarding around the carriage: eight wing-spread mighty dragons inside, twelve Eastern Divine Dragons outside. Wherever the dragon array passed, clouds and mist retreated, and the precious jewels encrusted on the carriage’s exterior refracted different bright colors under the sunlight, casting reflections on the bodies of the mighty dragons, making Pei Yan, well-traveled, have to marvel at the magnificent spectacle.

Withdrawing his gaze, Pei Yan patted the seat beneath him. He could feel the flow of source energy beneath the carriage floor, a familiar sensation that should be the result of an Array. It is through this power that the carriage can rise into the air with the dragon’s pull and maintain a stable state. After sincerely admiring the carriage’s splendor and the warm hospitality of the Dragon Race, Pei Yan’s conversation with Salafam resumed its proper course.

"Hmm, I can fully understand why Mr. Pei Yan has doubts about Saraf’s strength." After small talk, Salafam expressed regret with a helpless look on his face and said, "Regarding the Power of World Destruction, I think it might be a bit exaggerated, but the destructive power demonstrated by the previous person born with this did warrant such a title. I believe Mr. Pei Yan knows that the Dragon Realm is divided into two major Dragon Races. These two Dragon Races represent the interests of two groups, engaging in ongoing conflicts for a long time. In the era when the previous Saraf was born, his existence almost overturned the situation of the entire Spirit Monster Plane, giving us overwhelming victory in the battles against the Dragon Race of the Daoist Realm, until finally..."

At this point, Salafam’s expression became troubled, hesitated for a moment, but then spoke, "Until finally, that Saraf, who slaughtered heavily during battles, lost control and couldn’t even listen to his kind’s restraint, determined to annihilate the Daoist Realm clans completely. However, the Daoist Realm Dragon Race was not benevolent either; forced by circumstances, they considered a mutual destruction approach. If they had truly done that, it would have been a great calamity for the whole Spirit Monster Plane. Even if our race achieved ultimate victory, the Spirit Monster Plane would decline and never recover. At that moment, the Ancestral God, who never engaged in the conflicts of the two races, had to intervene in that battle. Alas! By then, Saraf had gone completely mad, he even sought to challenge the Ancestral God! It was a battle that could destroy the heavens and earth, Saraf managed to fight the Ancestral God for seven days and nights, but in the end, he suffered defeat and was pinned down in the Dragon Realm by the Ancestral God. It was after that battle that the two races realized they couldn’t continue fighting this way anymore. Ultimately, under the Ancestral God’s mediation, the two Dragon Races agreed to jointly manage the Dragon Realm, taking turns at leadership by their Dragon Kings, which brought years of peace for the Spirit Monster Plane to rest and recuperate."

"Oh! Being able to battle a Master of Origin for seven days and nights, that strength was indeed formidable!" Pei Yan, upon hearing this secret tale, nodded and sighed, "That certainly qualifies as a Power of World Destruction. But why is the current Saraf, uh! Is it because the bloodline hasn’t fully awakened?"

It’s no wonder Pei Yan asked because Saraf, among the Children of Origin, isn’t bad; his failure can only be classified as unlucky, twice encountering Nero, who absorbs multiple bloodlines like using a cheat. But he isn’t at the top, at least compared to himself and Lin Daozi, there is a definite difference, slightly superior to Flamel in terms of the strong power Salafam mentioned, far from it.

"Hmm, you could say that, this issue stems from a mistaken judgment made by my father." Salafam’s eyes were filled with lost regret as he said, "Actually, among my clan, the person chosen to become the Child of Origin should have been me."

"Are you saying your brother took your place?" Pei Yan’s curiosity was piqued with gossiping interest.

"You can’t say took, the Ancestral God initially selected me as a candidate for the Child of Origin, but my father wasn’t satisfied with the result. He saw it as the Ancestral God’s distrust toward him, suspecting the Ancestral God feared Saraf might tread the same path as his predecessor. So, he expressed dissatisfaction with this to the Ancestral God. I actually understand my father’s choice; though we can now coexist peacefully with the Daoist Realm clans, having a strong backing is generally beneficial for a clan, isn’t it! Making Saraf stronger aligns with our clan’s interests, despite feeling somewhat wronged, I can accept that."